Ganymede: Part 7

The next two days passed as if in a dream, a wonderful, wonderful dream. Tanner was barely aware of the passage of time, each day seemed to blend with the next. But, even so, despite the blending of days, Friday couldn't come nearly fast enough.

Professor Lopez made it very clear after their experience in his office that such a thing should not happen again. After all, he had a job to keep, and any inappropriate relations with students was grounds for immediate dismissal, especially for a professor just a couple of years away from tenure.

However, that didn't stop the professor from slipping his boy a note in between the pages of a graded essay, nor from sending him texts on his phone throughout the day.

The note read: "I hope baby's ready for Friday. Write your phone number on this note and bring your paper up to my desk at the end of class."

Tanner did, though he waited for his fellow classmates to leave the room, making it look like it was just taking him a while to gather his belongings.

When Tanner reached Professor Lopez's desk, his face burned with embarrassment and excitement, the teacher spoke in a low, stern, but audible voice, "Lift up your shirt a bit, baby. Let Daddy see your diaper."

His face turning redder, Tanner lifted up his shirt just enough for Daddy to see the top of his diaper peeking over the top of his shorts.

"Good boy. Did you do as you were told?"

Tanner handed Professor Lopez the note with his phone number on it.

"Good job, baby." The professor paused for a moment, enjoying the view. Tanner's diaper pressed against the inside of the boy's shorts. Not enough for others to notice, but just enough for Daddy to notice that his baby was well protected while at school.

Professor took the note with Tanner's phone number and told the boy to "go on to his next class."

Throughout the next couple of days, Lopez would send texts to Tanner's phone, mostly to ask how "baby" is doing, but also to check on the boy's diapers. Whenever Daddy texted his Baby, Tanner was to send a picture revealing the state of his diapers within a few minutes. Thankfully for Tanner, the professor was conscious of the starting and ending times of classes. This gave Baby plenty of time to reach the nearest restroom, run into a stall, and take the desired picture.

One thing the professor had not asked the boy for yet was a "messy diaper" picture, and for that Tanner was also thankful. Sure, he'd done everything one person could do in a diaper before, but the idea of "messing" in his diaper in front of Professor Lopez, or anyone else for that matter, was too much. The adult part of his mind just couldn't get around the shame and embarrassment of shitting his pants in front of another adult.

Once the day's classes were finished, and after all the required texts and pictures were sent, Tanner made his way back to the dorm room he called home while at school. The rumble in his stomach told him that the day was ending right on schedule. He usually had a bowel movement right after classes. This was not because he didn't have to "go" during the school day, but he never felt comfortable pooping in public, regardless if he was in a stall or not.

There was only one problem: What would Daddy want him to do? Since he was supposed to be in diapers all the time, did that include when Baby needed to "go number 2"?

Tanner was unsure. He hadn't needed to poop since the morning of his wetting accident. While he walked he kept thinking over the problem over and over again. He could just change his diaper, sit on the toilet for a bit--until the dirty business was done--and change into a dry diaper afterwards. After all, he was very wet. The diaper under his shorts sloshed as he walked; it swelled, bursting due to the number of times he'd wet throughout the day. Tanner was thankful the diaper was holding up as well as it was. Of course, that was mainly due to the Huggies diaper he'd slipped in there this morning, knowing that the diaper would have to last all day. Even with the Huggies diaper acting as a stuffer, Tanner knew another soaking would result in a leak, and one accident this week was enough.

However, what if Daddy didn't want his baby to use the toilet at all? Would he be mad? Would he punish Baby for disobeying? Tanner just wasn't sure. All of this was new territory for him. He'd never had anyone treat him the way he'd always dreamed of. And now that reality was quickly approaching fantasy, Tanner was more than a bit nervous; he was a bit scared, too.

The boy entered his dormitory apartment and locked the door behind him. Tanner was extremely happy that, as a senior, he was able to snag a one bedroom apartment. Though he did enjoy his former roommates, he was glad of the time was able to spend alone, and he was glad to be able to spend most of his nights sleeping in a diaper, with his beloved Stevie.

Tanner dropped his backpack just inside the front door and immediately ran to his bed to pick up Stevie. The boy held his teddy bear tight and his fear slowly slid away, washed away by the comforting hugs from his best friend.

After he finished getting all his "hugs" from Stevie, Tanner then went rummaging through his trunk to find his next favorite thing: his paci. The moment the light blue pacifier was found, the boy put it straight into his mouth and started sucking. Each movement of his mouth and tongue relaxed his mind and body even further.

Stevie still in his arms, his paci still tightly secured in his mouth, and without even thinking too much about what was happening, Tanner squatted on the floor and squeezed his stomach muscles. Not a lot, but just enough that the boy pooped in his diaper. The mess slid smoothly out of his butt and squished against the seat of his diaper, spreading outward.

The moment Tanner was finished pooping, he simply sat down on the floor, spreading the poop even more throughout his diaper. He then pulled out some toys from his trunk and started playing, not caring at all that he'd just pooped his diaper like a baby, not caring at all that the smell of poop mixed with baby powder was now filling the dorm room.

No, Baby Tanner didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was playing with his Legos and Stevie, and that his pacifier was still lodged inside of his mouth. The rest… well….

Tanner wasn't sure about "the rest." Even though he played and smelled just like a baby, Tanner wasn't okay with the idea of acting like this in front of Professor Lopez. What if the professor thought the boy was taking the whole "baby" thing too far? What if Daddy didn't want a messy baby?

Those questions filled Tanner's heart with worry, and he also worried how he would feel about it all. Pooping in front of a professor, an adult, would be beyond mortifying, even more humiliating than peeing in a pari of jeans. At least jeans will dry, but with poop… There's no hiding poop.

I'll just wait, the boy thought to himself as he built a fort. Just see how Friday goes, and then we'll move on from there. I mean, Daddy's not going to make me into a complete baby overnight… right?

Questions plagued Tanner all night. Even after he changed his diaper, cleaned himself up, and put on a dry diaper for bed. Despite the wonderful day before, and all those wonderful messages, Tanner was still unsure how far he wanted to go.

Indeed, there was so much uncertainty that the next morning and afternoon floated by quickly, too quickly for Tanner's taste. And with each passing hour, each passing minute, the boy's stomach twisted tighter and tighter.

When Professor Lopez sent Tanner his address, the boy had to sit down.

When the boy got into his car, it took a few minutes before he realized he hadn't started it.

When Tanner had reached the professor's house, he continued driving, circling the block a couple of times.

And when he finally summoned the courage to walk up to that front door, Tanner's heart was pounding, and he was very glad to be wearing a diaper as he'd wet it a number of times already.

His finger pressed the doorbell. A series of light, muffled chimes filled the air. Moment after moment passed. And finally, the deadbolt turned, the doorknob rattled, and the door swung slowly open.

Daddy was standing there, towering over Tanner. "Hi, Baby. Come on in. Make yourself at home."

Baby walked into Daddy's house, and the door was shut quietly behind him.

Ganymede: Part 6

No, no, no! I can't believe it happened. What was I thinking?

Tanner sat there; tears fell onto the carpeted floor where they joined the growing dark patch of urine.

Yes, he had meant to wet himself right there in Professor Lopez's office. Yes, his fantasy-filled head had hoped the professor would fulfill his most desperate desires. But now that he was there in the office, soaked, Professor Lopez looking down at him with a strange expression on his face, Tanner wanted nothing else but to run away from that office and never step foot in Lopez's class again.

However, he froze. Stuck somewhere between fleeing and staying. He wondered if it would be best to dart out of the office or just stay there forever, merging with bookcases, eventually becoming another distant memory for Professor Lopez.

It took a moment or two for Tanner to realize that the professor was speaking to him. The man's voice was muffled, distant, like it was coming from the opposite of a massive theater. Tanner didn't want the voice to reach him. What would it say? He didn't want to know, for Tanner wanted nothing more than to remain separated, alone in his embarrassment. To her Professor Lopez's words was to acknowledge that something dreadfully humiliating had just occurred.

"Tanner? Tanner?" Lopez voice was not hard and cold, but concerned and warm. "Are you all right, Tanner? Can you hear me?"

Tanner nodded. His brain seemed unable to communicate anything more complicated.

"Okay." The professor acknowledged. "Are you all right?"

Tanner shook his head.

"All right. At least we've got some communication going on now." While Professor Lopez's voice sounded kind, Tanner couldn't help but think the professor was making fun him. More tears streamed down the boy's face and onto the floor, and with a huge sniff, Tanner wiped his running nose with the back of his hand.

A Kleenex materialized before Tanner's eyes. He took it and blew his nose. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're very welcome," said the professor. He paused for a moment, seemingly to think. Tanner had the impression that the professor was choosing his words carefully, very carefully.

"Tanner, I have to ask something."

The boy sniffed.

"Did you do wet your pants on purpose?"

The direct question surprised Tanner so much that he lifted his head and met the professor's eyes for the first time since wetting his pants. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the man standing before him the truth? Or, should he lie and say it was an accident? The questions tormented Tanner's mind for a moment or two, and the professor seemed to know exactly what the boy was thinking.

"Don't lie to me." Something had shifted in the professor's tone. It had become deeper, more stern.

Immediately, Tanner's penis responded by stiffing in his pants, creating an obvious bulge. Without thinking, the boy tried to hide his growing cock, but Professor Lopez had already seen it's sudden rise to prominence.

Smiling, the man asked the boy again, "Did you pee your pants on purpose, Tanner?" And even though it was a question, there was no mistaking that the professor was only going to accept one answer.

Tanner nodded.

"I thought so," said the professor. "You came to my office and wanted to have an 'accident,' didn't you?"

Tanner nodded, and at the word "accident," his cock stiffened in response.

"What did you expect to happen?"
Tanner shrugged.

"Hmmmm… Now what am I supposed to do with you?" Lopez paused and looked at his desk, or rather looking through his desk since he didn't seem to be actually seeing his desk.

"Stand up." The order was given in kindness, but it was an order nevertheless. Tanner stood. His wet, sticky pants clung to his waist and legs. His hard cock was even more visible than before, tenting his pants.

"Now, go to the door and see if anyone else is out there."

The door had been partially opened since Professor Lopez never closed it while talking with students. The boy turned and pulled open the door a bit more, making sure to block his wet and excited state with the door. He peered out into the hallway and was relieved to see it empty. During his time in the office, it seemed, the school had settled down into a calm quiet.

"No one's out there," said the boy in a quiet voice.

"Okay. Good. Now close the door."

Tanner's heart pounded faster inside his chest. What was Professor Lopez going to do?

He turned and faced the professor, who was now pulling a backpack from beneath his desk. Professor Lopez unzipped the backpack and reached inside. He pulled out a spray bottle, some kind of cleaner and a hand towel.

"Take these and clean up your mess." Tanner did as he was told. He sprayed the small urine stain on the carpet and started to scrub it with the hand towel. Thankfully, the stain on the carpet wasn't too big. Most of his urine had soaked into his pants before dripping onto the floor.

When Tanner felt the stain sufficiently clean, he stood and turned toward the professor's desk. Eyes still downcast, he said, "I think I got it all."

Tanner's words seemed to have brought Professor Lopez out of some deep thinking. "You think?"

Tanner nodded and, with what felt like a supreme effort, lifted his eyes to the professor. "I got it all."

"Hmmm, I guess we'll have to wait until it dries, won't we?" Lopez paused and looked at something hidden beneath his desk. Tanner had the impression that the professor was trying to make a decision of some sort.

"Tanner, did anyone see you coming into my office today?"

"Not that I know of, sir. I'm sure some noticed, but no one I know personally." Tanner's voice was still quiet, barely louder than a whisper.

"Okay." The professor paused again. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke with great authority. "Lay down on the floor, on your back."

Without even taking a moment to think, Tanner set the carpet cleaner and hand towel aside and laid down on the floor. His heart was racing, pulsing maddeningly in his chest. Hope blossomed in his heart. Maybe this day wasn't going to be so embarrassing after all, he thought. But he didn't want to be too distracted by hope. This could still turn out really bad.

Professor Lopez had reached under his desk and pulled out another back pack. It looked very old, torn, not to mention a couple of holes here and there. He set the bag on top of the desk and walked around so that he toward over the boy lying on the floor.

"Does the name 'BabyT' mean anything to you, Tanner?"

Oh my God! He knows! Tanner thought. His heart beat faster.

"It's okay. You can tell me the truth." There was something in the professor's voice that calmed Tanner, a deep resonance that soothed away his fear. And in that moment Tanner knew he could trust this man.

He nodded.

"I thought so," said Professor Lopez, and he smiled. "Well then, this next part should be pretty easy for us both."

Tanner, feeling more and more excited, and without even really thinking, gave the professor his biggest smile yet.

Professor Lopez smiled in response. "I can't have you walking out of this office with wet pants. That would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Tanner nodded. The way the professor was looking at him was making his hand twitch. He badly wanted to do something, but he was unsure of the professor's reaction. So, Tanner willed his hand to stay where it was and waited to follow Professor Lopez's lead.

"I need you to answer me with either 'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir.' Understand?" The man's tone shifted. It was once again stern.

"Yes, sir." Tanner replied.

"Good boy."

Those two words shot beneath Tanner's skin and warmed the blood in his veins. A broad smile spread across his face, and his wet pants became even tighter. His cock pushed up against his pants.

Professor Lopez noticed and smiled.

"If you're going to be having accidents, Tanner, then you should be wearing protection. Obviously, you aren't big enough for big boy underwear."

Tanner's face reddened, and his heart raced faster.

"Lucky for you, I always have an extra pair of pants in the office… Just in case." The professor pulled out the pants as he said this. His hand reached back into the back and waited. "And I've also got something for little boys who try to be big boys."

Out of the back pack, Professor Lopez pulled out something white, large, and crinkly. Tanner immediately recognized the thick diaper in the professor's hand.

"This is what you want, isn't it? You came here today to get changed into a diaper like a baby, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're not Tanner at all. You're BabyT. Right?"

"Yes, sir."

"You want to be changed."

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, then. Stay still like a good baby."

Tanner smiled, his face flushed, and once again his hand twitched. "Yes, sir."

The professor gave the boy a warm smile and set the diaper on the floor. He reached back into the back pack and pulled out baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder. These he set within reach on top of the desk.

The man reached for the boy's pants and unbuttoned them. Professor Lopez glanced at Tanner, a questioning look in his eyes. He probably wanted to be extra sure that this is exactly what Tanner
wants. The boy gazed back at the professor and gave him a big smile.

Gently pulling and wiggling, Lopez pulled off Tanner's soaked pants to reveal his underoos.

"Just what I expected. But you're too little, even for these, aren't' you?"

"Yes, sir." Tanner's face turned a deeper red. His hand made an involuntary movement up to his face, but it stopped at his chest, unsure.

Without saying anything, knowing exactly what his baby boy wanted, Professor Lopez grabbed Tanner's hand and placed it near his mouth. "It's okay, baby. Suck your thumb like a good boy while Daddy changes your diaper."

Tanner's thumb slipped into his mouth, and his entire body relaxed, allowing his new Daddy to take care of everything.

Daddy slipped his fingers into the waistband of Tanner's underwear and pulled them off. Released from the tight underwear, the boy's hard cock bounced a little against his stomach. "Baby likes this, doesn't he? You can just nod. Keep sucking on that thumb."

Tanner nodded. Suck, suck, suck.

Daddy then pulled out some baby wipes and started to clean Tanner's wet body, playing special attention to his hard cock, stroking it, up and down, up and down. Tanner moaned and writhed on the floor. The excitement of the last few minutes had driven him close to the edge.

"I bet that feels good, but babies use their diapers for everything." Daddy pulled his hand away from the boy's cock, leaving Tanner to wiggle on the floor, and grabbed the baby powder. Sprinkling a large amount of baby powder all over the the boy's diaper area, Tanner watched as a cloud of powder flew up into the air, releasing that wonderful smell he loves so much.

"Okay, I think baby's ready for his diaper, isn't he?"

Tanner nodded vigorously, savoring the pulsing of his cock, each pulse sent child down his legs and up his abdomen.

"That's right. Because baby's need protection. They shouldn't go without, ever."

Daddy unfolded the diaper and said, "Lift up, baby."

Tanner lifted his butt, and Daddy slid the diaper underneath. "Okay, down."

Tanner placed his butt down on the thick diaper, its softness feeling wonderful on his skin, sending shivers all over his body.

Daddy then pulled up the diaper and taped it tight to the boy's body. The thick diaper hugged Tanner's waist in a thick, lovely cloud.

"Uh oh! Baby's protection isn't going to work unless his excitement settles down." Daddy placed a hand on Tanner's hard cock and started rubbing, slow at first, then faster and faster, speaking the whole time.

"That feels good, doesn't baby? I bet you feel safe and secure in your diaper, don't you?"

Tanner moaned, his body so close to exploding all ready, and his teeth bared down on his thumb.

"It's okay, baby. You can use your diaper. Wet your diaper. Come for Daddy."

Biting down on his thumb so as not to cry out, Tanner's orgasm exploded throughout his entree body, each pulse of cock sending waves to every limb.

Professor Lopez waited until Tanner's body stopped convulsing and then spoke, "I bet that felt good, baby. But now you've got to go back to your dorm. First, your spare pants." Lopez helped Tanner into the slightly larger pair of pants and stood up to put on his shoes. The diaper was so thick it was hard to close his legs all the way, but thanks to the larger pants, Tanner didn't think it would be obvious to anyone else.

"Here's what I want you to do. I want you to continue going to your classes, but I expect you to be diapered from now. This is what you want after all, right?"

Still sucking his thumb, Tanner nodded.

"I thought so. As soon as you get home I want to get an email from you, telling me when you can come over to my place this Friday night. Understand?"

Tanner nodded, curious of what the professor had planned.

"I expect an email as soon as you get to your dorm. Got it?"

Tanner nodded again.

"Good boy. Now take your thumb out of your mouth and go back to your dorm. I'll take care of the wet clothes."

The boy, looking a bit sad, moved toward the door but stopped, turned, and stretched up to give Lopez a kiss on his cheek.

Leaving the professor a bit stunned, the boy then opened the door to the office and stepped out into the hallway, happier than he'd felt in a long time. Indeed, as he made his way back to his dorm, Tanner found it increasingly difficult to not put his thumb right back into his mouth.

Ganymede: Part 5

Professor Lopez tried to forget about BabyT. His sleep was restless, filled with odd and stimulating dreams. Despite these dreams, he awoke feeling rather unfulfilled. However, Lopez decided to do what he always does when confronted with a troubling attraction to a student (it has happened before, but not often, and he never acted on it): focus instead on work. Lopez vowed to work extra hard on what he had planned for the day. Since that day was a non-teaching day--minus the boring meetings he'd have to attend--he was free to spend time preparing for the next day's classes.

He showered, dressed, and made his way to the university. The morning was crisp and cool, and Lopez felt quite refreshed after parking his car and walking to his office. BabyT was quickly receding to the back of his mind, a potent memory that would be soon forgotten.

Inside his office, Professor Lopez turned on his computer, looked toward the stack of paper on his desk, pulled the first essay to his black pen, and started grading.

As the first morning hours passed, the sound outside his office grew steadily louder and louder. The university itself was waking up; the voices of students, colleagues, and other various university employees all mixed to produce a steady wave of welcoming noise. Lopez enjoys being present as the university "wakes up." It reinforces his feeling that the school is a living being, full of potential, just like his students. The professor's pen scratched across paper after paper. Needless to say, he was in "The Grading Zone."

A series of knocks on his office door, however, brought Lopez out of "The Grading Zone."

Lopez's head lifted and his eyes slowly focused on the student half-in-half-out of his office. His breath caught in his throat. Tanner stood there, looking expectant and a bit flushed.

"May I come in Professor Lopez?" Tanner's voice was quiet and soft.

There was a beat of silence, and then Lopez responded, "Sure. Take a seat." Heat radiated throughout Lopez's body, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. However, he forced his voice to remain calm, which was an impressive feat considering this was the first time he and Tanner had ever been alone together.

Oddly enough, the boy looked a bit nervous himself, but Lopez thought this could simply be a result of meeting with a teacher face-to-face. Plenty of students get nervous when meeting their professors one-on-one.

"What can I help you with, Tanner?" Lopez asked.

Tanner's voice started and stopped, halting, seemingly unsure of how to begin. Lopez waited until the boy found his voice.

"Well…. um…. sir…" Tanner shifted in his seat. "I have a question about… the essay you assigned in class."

"Okay. What is it?" asked Lopez.

"Uh…." Tanner shifted again. For some reason, Tanner was determinedly trying to keep his legs close together. "I was wondering if the story of Ganymede could relate to… you know… modern homosexual relationships."

The word homosexual seemed to taste awful in Tanner's mouth, as if the formality of the word somehow struck the youth as false. Like he would have been more comfortable with gay instead. However, Professor Lopez didn't say anything about that; instead, he sat for moment in silence, mostly to think about the best response, but also to calm his nerves. His palms had started sweating the moment Tanner shifted in his seat. There was something about the way he sat in the chair that aroused the professor.

"I think it could relate to more than strictly 'modern' relationships. It was quite common for older men to teach younger, adolescent, men in sexuality. That is, to say, they performed sexual acts on them so they could learn and eventually please their future wives."

Although Lopez sounded quite professional and calm through his explanation, his heart betrayed his true feelings. The more Tanner squirmed in his seat, the faster Lopez's heart pounded in his chest.

"I see," said Tanner. The boy's mind was completely incapable to forming sentences longer than a couple of words. For a boy who is normally so eloquent in class, his concentration seemed focused on his legs, which were pressed hard together and trembling. Tanner's hands were resting on his thighs, but he kept moving them back and forth, almost like he were having a battle of where they should be placed: either at his knees or at his crotch.

"So… How would that translate to modern gay… homosexual relationships?" Tanner's eyes began to water.

"Are you okay, Tanner?" asked the professor.

Tanner nodded.

"Okay… uh… Well, that's a bit harder to pin down since there's not a direct correlation to modern times. However, I think the fact that there are quite a few older men in relationships with younger men could be a cultural remnant of that era. Or, at the very least, there are connections that could be made. Of course, every relationship is different, so whatever you decide, make sure your argument reflects the complexity and variety of homosexual relationships."

Throughout his entire speech, Lopez felt his breathing grow more rapid, heavy and sporadic. Lopez was finding it difficult to catch his breath; his hear raced beneath his chest.

"I see… uh…" Tanner looked as though he wanted to say something more but paused. His eyes glistened as he gazed, not at Professor Lopez, but at some far off point, far beyond the walls of the professor's office.

"Yes, Tanner? Is there something else you'd like to ask?"

Lopez waited, but Tanner didn't say anything. Then, after a minutes' silence, Tanner's eyes overran with tears, and his head bent down.

The professor was shocked, wondering why Tanner would be crying in his office. Then he looked down at the boy's shorts, a prominent wet stain was growing and growing, spreading out from the boy's crotch.

Tanner, the college student, right there in Professor Lopez's office, had just urinated all over himself.

Ganymede: Part 4

Tanner awoke the next morning with his thumb still in his mouth and his teddy bear still wrapped in his arms. As usual, whenever he was able to sleep this way, he always had the best night's rest. He woke feeling refreshed and ready for the day, especially since he had had such an incredible dream during the night.

Pulling back the covers, Tanner slide off his bed--still clutching his teddy--and moved over to his laptop. The weight of his diaper was considerable, but he knew it could wait a few more minutes. After all, he wanted to take a shower immediately after the diaper came off.

He opened his laptop and signed into his Diaper-Bois account. As BabyT, Tanner hoped that someday a "Daddy" would contact him. Some did. Truthfully, there are more "Babies" out there than "Daddies." For the most part, "Daddies" tend to get bombarded with messages and requests. Tanner imagined the whole process is probably exhausting and frustrating for al the Daddies out there.

As for the "baby" side, Tanner found it equally frustrating. Daddies tended to vary in their desires, drastically. Some want nothing more than to watch an Adult Baby act like a baby; however, they don't provide any sort of direction in what they want to see. Tanner could usually think of a few things, but not everything.

Other Daddies were far too specific in what they wanted. Still, others were far too strict. Tanner had yet to meet anyone who occupied a happy medium. However, he hoped that the profile currently filling up the screen of his laptop was different. He hoped that the Daddy he was looking at was exactly the type of Daddy he wanted.

The profile didn't have a face picture. Instead the Daddy opted for a picture of a stack of diapers and bottle full of milk. Tanner liked this picture because the focus wasn't on the Daddy's looks, but on a possible future relationship. Like Tanner, this Daddy didn't want to show his face yet. Tanner imagined that he wanted to get to know his baby before providing a facial picture.

However, it wasn't the picture that had drawn Tanner's attention to the profile. After all, plenty of profiles failed to provide anything other than the most basic information. No, what drew Tanner's interest in the profile first was the screen name: TheProfessor. After seeing the screen name, TheProfessor's bio also proved intriguing: "I am a teacher, day and night. And so, I am looking for a baby to teach, one who is willing to learn what it really takes to be a good baby boy."

Tanner gets excited every time he reads TheProfessor's bio, especially considering that TheProfessor lives in the same city where Tanner goes to school. And after taking a number of classes, Tanner felt that he had finally found out TheProfessor's secret identity. Professor Lopez's reaction to seeing Tanner's underwear the previous day proved this, which included more than Lopez's facial reaction as a light bulge at his crotch was just noticeable.

The memory made Tanner all the more sure that Professor Lopez and TheProfessor were one and the same. All that was left now was making contact, and Tanner decided on taking two courses of action.

The first was the simplest, a message. Nothing complicated, just a quick "Hello" message. Tanner wrote, "Hi! I saw your profile, liked it, and decided to say 'hello'…. Hello! Hehe!"

The second course of action was admittedly a bit more complicated, but before Tanner could enact his plan he had to take a shower; his flooded diaper was almost bursting, and so he waddled to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He set his teddy bear on the sink so he wouldn't be too far away.

After his shower, Tanner got dressed (X-Men underwear this time), packed his back pack, and grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in his dorm. He quickly drank it down and filled it from the tap in the bathroom. He drank that one, too.

Tanner drank as much water as his stomach could hold. It was uncomfortable, but he hoped it would be worth it. The next step in his plan was to visit Professor Lopez during office hours and ask a few questions about the upcoming paper. All the while, Tanner would be fighting what would soon be a very full bladder.

Not until a some time later, when he knocked on Professor Lopez's door and was invited in, did Tanner think his plan might be a bad idea.

Ganymede: Part 3

Meanwhile, Professor Lopez found that he could not sleep. The image of Tanner and his cute underwear kept playing with his mind as he lie in bed. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, what if Tanner meant for him to see his underwear? And if so, what did that mean? Was Tanner trying to say something without actually uttering the words? Trying to express a secret wish?

So many questions ran through his mind that night, so many that he decided to just get out of bed. After all, he wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

In a tight blue t-shirt and matching briefs, Lopez moved to his desk and turned on his laptop. He'd been a member of all the various ABDL websites out there for a long time now. Hell, he even remembered when there was seemingly only one: DPF. Such websites have continuously provided him with comfort in just knowing that others out there felt the same way he did.

Well, that's not entirely true. See, Lopez does not like wearing diapers. He never felt the desire like so many other boys. Instead, he felt an unusual inclination to protect and take care of those who do want to wear diapers.

However, he always ran into the same problems. Many of the boys he met online were only interested in jerking off with him online and never speaking to him again. Of course, this didn't bother Lopez that much since he'd get satisfaction out of the chat sessions, too. But he wanted something more, something beyond titilation and a quick jerk. After all these years, what he truly desired was a baby boy of his own, someone who wanted to be treated like a baby all the time, not just in random chat sessions.

There have been some boys who seemed interested. There was some heavy flirtation, some hot chat role-play sessions, and a couple of webcam viewings that led Lopez to believe he'd found the baby for him. The problem was that many of the babies he'd encountered over the years were just too far away. This is on top of the fact that many of them simply just stopped talking to him.

But he kept pushing on, hopefully engaging the next baby. The image of Tanner's playful underwear swam into his mind again, and his own underwear grew tight as he sat there in front of his laptop.

With Tanner's beautiful body planted firmly in his head, Lopez began to search through his favorite websites. Not for the usual pictures and videos, but for individual members. He was determined to find Tanner among all the babies and daddies, to find out if the boy was indeed an AB.

Naturally, his first concern was whether Tanner used his real name or not. So many do not reveal their faces, let alone their true names. Instead, he'd have to look for similarities, such as in age, appearance, and needs, not to mention location. Location could be a problem as well since so many university students don't actually live where they go to school, keeping the address of their parents as their home address.

Nevertheless, Lopez felt hopeful, and so did his hard cock.

Hours went by, and he did start to lose some of that hope when his search failed to yield any results. But finally, on a site called Diaper-Bois, he found exactly who he was looking for, or at least so he hoped. Under the screen name of BabyT was a boy of Tanner's age who lived and went to school at the university. And from the pictures, though no head was visible, Lopez noticed the same skin tone, build, and the very same pair of underroos he'd seen that very afternoon. He was sure that BabyT was Tanner, or at least he was mostly sure.

He clicked through all the pictures, twenty-two in all, and found himself growing more and more excited. There was Tanner in various poses, showing off his diapers; cute boys, after all, love showing off their diapers. Some of the pictures were of his stuffed animals, and there was a close up of his mouth with his paci firmly held in place.

The professor's cock pulsated, pushed against his underwear, threatening to tear its way through the fabric. Still making his way through BabyT's pictures, and without really thinking about it, Lopez reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. His hand started to move up and down slowly. He imagined Tanner's sweet lips opening, slowly taking in all of Lopez's shaft. Tanner's lips would start at the tip and widen as they took it all. Lopez moved his hand along with his imagination, and as he did so, more and more of the image began to materialize.

In Lopez's mind, BabyT knelt before the professor, filling his mouth with Daddy's huge cock, taking it all in and moving up and down. Lopez would look over BabyT and see a sagging, wet, and possibly messy diaper. Just Daddy's baby, sucking on his "big" pacifier. Daddy's hand would move to the back of BabyT's head, guiding his baby, fast then slow, then fast again; and his baby would moan in satisfaction, happy to please his daddy so much.

The pressure built in Lopez's hard cock; the pleasure rode up his shaft in waves. Just then, as he came closer and closer to climax, quilt filled his mind.

How could he imagine a student like this? As the teacher he's supposed to be the "adult," right? How could he sit here and think of Tanner sucking his dick?

Those oh-so-sweet lips…. Daddy's little baby boy….

Despite the late surge of guilt, Lopez couldn't hold back anymore.

"OHHHH!" He screamed as his cock shot a huge load of come all over his chest, soaking his shirt. His body shuddered, convulsing with each pulsating wave of his orgasm. After a minute or two, the pulsing in his cock slowed, and with it the swelling of his cock.

As his orgasm subsided, the guilt that had made such a late surge in is own head, the guilt that had been pushed aside by his animalistic urges, resurfaced.

"I can't do this. He's a student. I'm a professor. I'm an adult," he thought.

And with that, Lopez removed his shirt and underwear, logged out of his Diaper-Bois profile and closed the browser window.

"That's the last I'll think of that." Lopez told himself that the idea he'd had earlier in the day was impossible, and he vowed to maintain his teacher-student relationship with Tanner no matter what the boy decided to wear to class.

Feeling a bit sad, but "morally" energized, Lopez stepped in his shower and tried to wash away the image of Tanner and those oh-so-cute underoos.

However, he was as yet completely unaware of just how hard washing away Tanner would be.

A Diaper Fetish Explained, at Least for Me

While this isn't a fictional story, I'm placing it here because it is a story nonetheless. It's the story of my life and how I got here, with a bit of theory mixed in, naturally.

I think I may have stumbled upon the reason for my diaper/baby fetish. And I believe I have Freud to thank for that.

You see, I recently gave my English students Freud’s essay on the Oedipus complex. As an introduction to his work, I explained Freud’s theory of the mind: id, ego, and superego. I explained that Freud believed that repressed feelings—those instinctual feelings held within the “id” part of our brains—that cannot find a suitable form of release languish within our brains and start to take hold of our subconscious minds. That is, until the repressed feelings are no longer content to stay there. Bits and pieces then start to surface, mostly in the form of dreams, and if the root of those feelings is not satisfied (not dealt with in a way acceptable to both the ego and the id) then a neurosis develops, and in some cases, a fetish: an obsession that has been transformed into the sexualization of a nonsexual object or scenario.

Long after the class had moved onto other essays, my brain had latched onto Freud’s theory of the mind. Ah! Good ol’ Freud! His theories have since been surpassed by others, but there’s still something in them that holds the imagination, something elemental. I’ve read up on other theories, but Freud and Jung seem to fire the imagination in a way that others simply have not.

Anyway, I believe the above explanation has happened to me. When I was younger, much younger, I went through a very difficult phase of my life, so difficult in fact that the memory of it still fills me with shame and embarrassment. That period was potty training.

I believe I wasn’t ready. My parents, having no other alternative available to them at the time, believed otherwise. In their experience, children simply did not wear diapers past a certain age, and I believe that age was three. To have a child who wears diapers past the age of three was an embarrassment for them, an undesirable report on their abilities as successful parents.

It was a difficult time for all of us. When I wasn’t successful in attempts to make it to the bathroom, I was punished with either a spanking or I was scolded for having an accident. “Big boys,” you see, don’t have accidents.

Many people have experienced this same type of trouble with potty training, and I do believe learning how to control our bodies is essential for our growth, not a natural growth—because it is more “natural” to address our bodily functions as they come—but for our social growth. It simply is not socially acceptable for us to not have control over our bodily functions. Such things are to be done in a more private matter. In the bathroom.

Well, I feared bathrooms. Feared them because they were huge, ugly, and loud places. As a child I was strangely sensitive to loud noises, and a flushing toilet that reverberated against the tiled walls of a public restroom was insanely loud to my young ears. Not to mention, I also feared being sucked down into the toilet.

I believe I sensed the vulnerability of using a public restroom. After all, we are at our most vulnerable in the bathroom, right? We undress there; we relieve ourselves there. No one wants to be assaulted or attacked in a restroom. Such a thing would not only damage our physical bodies, but also our own sense of dignity. Most people feel it; at least I know men do. Hence, the unspoken rules of using a men’s restroom: don’t talk and, for the love of God, don’t stand next to a man unless all other urinals and stalls are otherwise occupied.

These feelings are more than likely a holdover from the early years of the human race, when “using the restroom” gave a predator the opportunity to attack us.

As for me, I still use a stall whenever possible, and I love restrooms that have room for only one person and have a door that locks.

My three-year-old mind did not want to use the restroom, mostly out of fear for my own safety. In conjunction with a difficult potty-training, I believe I came to the conclusion, logical for a three-year-old, that going back to diapers would be the best solution to my fears and to the whole ordeal of potty-training. Of course, my young mind didn’t take into account the expense and trail such a decision would be. I just wanted the fear and punishments and the shame to stop.

Well, they didn’t. I did eventually learn to use the restroom; however, accidents did continue. Not wetting accidents, messing accidents. Again, I feared to use the restroom for a bowel movement. Not until I could get home. The problem was that I sometimes didn’t make it home.

Obviously, this created some embarrassing moments for me while growing up. Now, coupled with my fears of using the restroom, I began to fear accidents. Fearing I might have an accident, my mind became focused on the functionings of my body, almost obsessed with it. And this was no laughing matter.

I remember a time in elementary when this fear and obsession was fully expressed. It’s a memory that has always stuck out in my mind.

My class was being lead to the cafeteria for lunch. I think I was in the fourth or fifth grade, probably the fifth. My friends and I were talking and having a good time waiting for our turn when one of them cried out, “Dude! Did you pee on the floor?!”

Now, it should be mentioned here that I’ve never been very good with recognizing a playful joke. I guess I’m a bit like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory in that respect, although having his intelligence would not be something I’d be opposed to. I generally take people at their word.

So, I looked down, and to my horror saw a puddle of yellowish liquid on the floor. Shame, embarrassment, and fear started to overwhelm me. Did I truly do that without knowing? The answer, of course, was no.

My own insecurity was so strong that it overrode logic. My pants weren’t wet, so there was no way that that puddle could’ve been produced by me. Also, the puddle was orangish in color upon closer inspection. It was orange juice, not urine.

Once I realized my friend was just joking around, I felt better. But the feelings of insecurity were still there, repressed, unexplored, unfulfilled.

As the years went by, my mind started to become obsessed with the idea of diapers. I wanted them, craved them, and in my adolescent years, desired them. All that fear and shame I’d associated with my bodily functions, my desire for security and safety, my burgeoning sexuality, all merged together to form a fetish around diapers, causing a complex web of emotions and desires. Diapers, and being treated like a baby, became the symbol for everything my id wanted. In diapers, the wishes of my younger self and my own sexual desires finally found a pathway for the expression of my fears, insecurities, and sexual desires.

These desires began to emerge in my discomfort and arousal whenever I came across an advertisement for diapers, in print or on television. I was intrigued and disturbed by my reaction. However, despite being disturbed, I started to do various things to satiate my desires.

Most of us have been there. I fashioned make-believe diapers out of whatever I could: wearing multiple pairs of underwear, using towels, filling my underwear with toilet paper to provide that “padded” feeling, putting a pillow between my legs, anything I could to simulate that feeling of wearing a diaper.

But it wasn’t enough. It never is, right? I wanted the real thing, and I was thrilled when I was able to purchase my very own diapers, though admittedly terrified at the same time.

I don’t recall my very first time purchasing diapers, but I believe I bought baby diapers, foolishly thinking they’d fit me. They did not, and while I loved feeling them between my legs. They were not enough. I needed something that would allow me to experience being a baby again, something that would allow me to wet myself without making a mess.

The first diapers I bought that truly fit were Goodnites. They weren’t exactly what I craved, but they fit and I could wet in them, so long as I was careful. The first time I just let it all go and found Goodnites unable to take a full bladder. Goodnites served as my diapers for the time being. I wore them when at home alone, and I even wore them to bed at night. I love waking up in a diaper. It’s the most relaxing, restful sleep I’ve ever experienced.

Obviously, these diaper experiences also coincided with my first experiences with masturbation. The best orgasms I’ve experienced—even to this day—have involved diapers. Since diapers symbolized both infantile and sexual desires, I believe the orgasms were more potent, more powerful, because I experience both psychological and sexual release when diapers are involved. The feeling is compounded in a way that cannot be duplicated with another man, at least not by the man alone, which I do find a bit saddening. I would love for a man to be able to satisfy me solely by himself, but unfortunately that is not possible. And at thirty, I don’t think it will ever be possible.

The foundations of my psyche have been set, allowing for the formation of a psychological makeup that is irreversible. However, the expression of infantile and sexual desires can be managed in a healthy way. I believe that so long as the expression of our ABDL tendencies does not exclude the development of healthy relationships then there’s no harm in delving into the truly fascinating world that is ABDL.

The mind is a funny place, no?

Ganymede: Part 2

Tanner arrived at his dorm room not long after leaving Professor Lopez's class. He was smiling as he walked into the empty room.

Professor Lopez wasn't the only one with a plan; and even though it was well hidden, Tanner plainly saw a quick look of shock on the professor's face when Tanner had bent down to pick up his books. The image of his professor's look of amazement still burned in Tanner's mind, and he was excited to get back to his dorm.

Luckily, Tanner's roommate was away for the week--some family emergency--so he had their entire dorm to himself. Upon locking the front door, Tanner quickly stripped of his shoes, shirt, and shorts, revealing the red and white Superman underoos that had so transfixed the professor.

Tanner's smile widened as he looked down at his underwear, his erection stretching the images of Superman to unflattering proportions. He slide his underwear off and threw them in the hamper. Although he did love his underoos, Tanner preferred another type of underwear.

From beneath his bed, Tanner pulled out a small truck. Protecting its contents from his roommate was a heavy-duty padlock with a series of numbers along the front. He reached for the padlock and rearranged the numbers until they read 2229.

He lifted the lid and revealed a small collection of diapers, a container of baby wipes, and a bottle of baby powder. Also inside his little truck of baby stuff were pacifiers and baby bottles. Needless to say, Tanner loved being a kid. More specifically, he loved being a toddler. At least in his mind. He knew growing down instead of up was not a possibility, but he still held on to his little fantasy. Truth be told, he loved being an adult because it meant freedom, freedom to do whatever he wanted, even if "whatever he wanted" was to be dressed and treated like a toddler.

And then there was also that other aspect of being an adult he just couldn't forget: sex. Tanner loved sex, but he had yet to experience his two favorite things together. Being a toddler was always something he enjoyed alone, and enjoy it he did. His trash has more than once been filled with some very messy diapers.

Tanner pulled out from his "baby" trunk the baby powder, the package of wipes, his pacifier, and a diaper.

He unfolded the diaper and spread it out on the floor. Baby powder fell like snow all along the outstretched diaper, and Tanner couldn't help but take a deep breath. The smell was intoxicating. He lied onto the diaper, savoring the soft thickness of it on his butt cheeks. A little more powder on his crotch and butthole, and Tanner pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it tight.

Looking inside his trunk, Tanner thought about pulling out one of the pacifiers, but decided against sucking on one them while he slept. Instead, he closed the trunk, slid it back into place under the bed and reached even further back under the bed for Stevie, his big and soft teddy bear. Really, his best friend of many years. Yard sale after yard sale, Stevie always stayed. Sometimes hidden in case his family or friends found out about his little secret, but always there. Through everything, Stevie remained.

Clad only in a thick diaper, Tanner jumped into bed, and pulled the covers over himself and Stevie. Almost immediately, Tanner's thumb found its way into the his mouth. His eyes closed; and as he sucked happily on his thumb, a familiar stirring took place in his diaper. The diaper grew tighter and tighter as Tanner's penis hardened. But Tanner didn't think of his penis as a "penis" anymore. No. In his diapered state, when Tanner thought of his hardening cock, he thought of it as his "peepee."

"Baby" Tanner was starting to take over, and a feeling of contentment washed over the boy. He continued to suck on his thumb, smiling as he did so. Only in this state did Tanner ever feel truly happy.

His eyes grew heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes, he fell fast asleep, a wish forming in the back of his mind. He wished with all his heart that in the morning, Daddy would wake him up and treat him just the way Tanner wanted to be treated, as the baby boy he felt he was deep in his heart.

That wish transformed into a dream, and that dream was such a good dream that Baby Tanner made "stickies" in his diaper while he slept. Needless to say, even though Daddy wasn't there in the morning, Baby Tanner still felt good when he woke up the next morning.

Ganymede: Part 1

"Despite what some of you may think, the Greeks knew about the great variety of sexual expression. And while they may have not exactly looked upon homosexuality as something a man would experience throughout his entire life, homosexual practices were accepted as a form of sexual education. Older males of society would take on a younger male and instruct him on the various aspects of sexual pleasure." Professor Lopez paused at this point, allowing his words to sink into his students' minds.

Gazing upon his class, the professor watched his students' reactions. They were mixed, some uncomfortable (usually the straight males), some indifferent but curious (usually the straight females), and others unusually interested (usually the gay ones). It was to this last group he paid the most attention. This particular class provided a couple of students whose eyes shot to the front of the class, ears absorbing every word. However, there was one in particular Professor Lopez was interested in, a student by the name of Tanner Loeb.

Tanner was small, slender, dark-haired, with dark and intelligent eyes, and for lack of a better term, gorgeous. Professor Lopez found it hard to look at his other students with Tanner there, and it was Tanner's reaction he was most interested in. Just before Professor Lopez took his customary pause he locked eyes with Tanner for the briefest of moments, and in that moment the professor knew the answer to his question: Tanner is attracted to men. Professor Lopez only hoped that that attraction extended to slightly older men.

With a smile, the professor continued his lecture, "The expression of homosexual desire is especially present in two stories, although there are others, of course. Ganymede and Hyacinth were two youths who attracted the lust of two gods: Zeus and Apollo. Now, Hyacinth didn't come off too well from his encounter with the god Apollo, but his image has been immortalized in the flower that bares his name. Ganymede, on the other hand, was the luckier of the two, because he was chosen to bare the cup of the gods on Mount Olympus, forever young, forever beautiful." Professor Lopez looked at his watch and realized that class was over. "But, we'll get into that next time."

Knowing the signal for the end of class, the students immediately started packing away their notebooks and books. "Be sure to read Book Ten of Ovid's Metamorphoses by next time, and we'll discuss some of the consequences mortals faced when directly encountering the gods." His last words were drowned out by the departing students, and he knew only a handful of them would actually read the assigned selection, a pity since the selection was a quick and entertaining read.

He was beginning to pack away his own things when he noticed one student had stayed behind, Tanner. The professor smiled. Tanner's arms were full of books as he approached the professor's desk.

"Yes, Tanner. What can I do for you?" The professor tried to hide his excitement.

"Well, I was wondering about the story of Ganymede, professor." The boy seemed nervous, but excited.

"Yes?"

"The story's very short, only a couple of stanzas. Why did it hold such a fascination with the Greeks?"

"A good question." Professor Lopez suppressed his surprise that Tanner had already read the book, but then again, Tanner was a special student. "I suppose it had something to do with a kind of hope."

"Hope, sir?"

"Yes, a hope that any Greek could also, one day, take his or her place among the gods." The professor paused. "And it also expresses the Greek's interest in the aesthetic qualities of the adolescent male, which at the time was considered the height of beauty."

"I see." Tanner paused, blushing slightly. "Thanks." As he turned to leave, the mountain of books in Tanner's arms slipped and fell to the floor, bouncing in all directions, "Shit!" He said without thinking.

The professor bent to help Tanner and noticed something strange. As Tanner squatted to pick up his books, his shirt lifted at the back to revel his smooth skin and the band of his underwear. Seeing the underwear in and of itself was nothing unusual, or cause for surprise, but Professor Lopez noticed that the band was a bright red, and beneath that bright red band was a white brief decorated with playful images of Superman. It seems Tanner has a more youthful side beneath his intelligent exterior.

The Professor said nothing regarding what he saw, but helped Tanner collect his books.

"Thanks," Tanner said and left the classroom.

The Professor looked after him and muttered to himself, "Finally. He'll be the one." And in his mind, as a smile spread across his face, a plan was all ready forming.